I wrote a letter with three hundred words. Some didn’t believe me, some were too ignorant to care. Some offered a cure, but I am asking for none. You had one purpose in life, mine was to remind you to give that purpose to everyone. A smile when the world collapses at your feet, a sun that shines on cold, dark days. You can look at me as your regret, your pain, your sadness. but I was never your conscience, never your grief. I was your strength. Because you were my heartbeat. This is the story I held in this world. Don’t search for how it ended, look at how I lived for it. Maybe I lost something, but this is how it is. ©herdarkthoughts🦋